My mind is racing and it won't let go of the thoughtsenough to let me sleep. It doesn't help that those thoughts center aroundhim and the complexitie... of our relationship, the bad as well as the good. Every little thing I've ever done "wrong" (at least in mymind); every little word of praise and affection and yes, love, from him. I sit up, dangling my legs over the side of the bed, andrealise I'm still playing with the damned belt. Still turning it aroundand around, doubling it this way then. "John the letter you sent me burnt up in the fire. I couldn't do anything about it. I'm so sorry. That is inconsequential to the other thing I did. I'm so sorry, John. I know you're going to hate me. Your laptop was in the house."Ken wasn't surprised at Jessica mentioning the letter. He knew that was going to come out. He didn't expect it as soon as she entered the room, though. What did surprise him was the laptop. He saw how she reacted to the loss of the letter, and in her own admission,. Just swallow it honey …she said as she caressed my neck & tummy as I turned my head and managed to swallow, gagging a bit as the runny fluid slipped down my throat.Mmmmmm goooooooood little boy! …She leaned down kissing me deep and passionately again. Just then I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, and the sounds of a belt jingling and a zipper dropping as He entered my dark room undressing at the foot of my bed, but I couldn’t see with Mommy on top of me. All I could feel was a someone. Nooo not camp in that way, definitely not camp in that way. He said I had nice tits. Oh Mama, tits isn’t a rude word. It’s just slang, you know. He said... ‘ but by then it would be too late, the matriarch would be on the phone to the ‘action against porn’ or her lawyers and the camp would be no more. Which would be a pity, because these girls, many of them dainty ladies when they arrived, learned to be free-er and happier. Many would surprise their similarly well-bred spouses in years to come.